As One Of The Two Resident Weird Girls At The Home I Work In, Can I Just Say Your Professor Is A Moron.

As one of the two resident weird girls at the Home I work in, can I just say your professor is a moron. I work three days a week as a nurse in a high priced Christian nursing home, and I am loved there. Those girls request me as a nurse on their floors, once in a while arguing about who gets me for a night. Why? Is it because I info dump at them sometimes, or bring in the latest serotonin maker I've found? Is it cuz I dress in a gothic style and wax poetic about random things? Is it because I'm touch adverse or that I constantly talk to myself to stay on task? No. They deal with those things because I am a competent Nurse, I am kind to them and the residents, and I help out. Honey, being different is hard, and spicy brained people like us have it rough, but I promise your coworkers will not have a problem with weird.

Anyway last week my professor told the class "coworkers will put up with poor technical skills but they won't put up with weird" and after class I just went and sat in my car and cried bc how am I supposed to survive if I still don't seem "normal" even though I've been doing behavioral therapy since first grade but masking hurts so goddamn bad that I'm only doing two classes a week rn but I'm still falling apart and barely functioning every day and barely getting my work turned in bc i come home from class and collapse for days at a time and its just not fair, its not fair, why do other people get to be the normal, why do jobs get to be easy for other people, why are 66% of autistics unemployed/underemployed its not FAIR